Air Transat Freestyle
I bloom too much I been a flower for a minute
It's RappyMakyManiac the rap be my incentive
Best around the city boy i should run the senate
Got to many jobs i paper chase i try to get it
She bothers me too much im in the rough don wanna let it
The chips are in my hand i got it covered tryna bet it
Wish i was a prison all the bitches in my celly
Dirty big ugly fuck come rub me on my belly
I hit it fast she throw it back its like we playing tennis
Crocker with the booty cake i should call it Betty
Spray around the celebration someone drop the 'fetti
Jim around the office put the staple in the jelly
You gotta talk to Seb it's only private on my telly
I just get it done im drippy sauce that be my metric
Yall just do the same to be the clone to be symmetric
20, went to school wanted to be a paramedic
Now im on the plane i send the link and now they check it
If I do a show they gotta pay me gotta cheque it
Best performer, bet you they know, don't gotta stress it
I just be the fire, do the bomb they gotta check it
Spot and find can suck on cock ain't tryna help it
Bars over bars over bars I gotta set it
If i get to plan this, i gotta get it
Shooting from the pump, i drop the pellet
Bitch nigga central I need repellant
Lying with your girl, that's when you're telling
We done ran a train
And now they building one
Oh fuck. I burped
Im talking too much shit
Im playin'
Niggas gon be mad me for no reason... fuck
I done got too many lime limelights
My shit is fine it shine bright
Boy i shit gold
Made an app
You done told
Got a bitch needed a friend tho
She changed up
Gimme da tempo
I switched up getting evenko
Its big now gettin a lambo
West side king you catch me i hit the reject
You googled me crazy and found my pages on the cnet
What the kinda paper we get?
You caught me on the d-web
Met mes bars en guillemet,pi
Met mes boys aux guichets
You like the bars that we set
We getting paper cause we bet
In the east ends,east end
Eating a whippet
Dont tell your friends how we met
You softer than kleenex
Im Stevie with the phoenix
Im Michael with the beat it
Uh Yeah!
Rami B
Like we aint gon let that shit goin
We gon keep that shit going on these motherfuckas
Uh yeah
Run that shit man
Take your ass to the dancefloor
Yo Mr Sterlin bro c'était mon prof back then
En quatrième année shoutout to that man
Just incase you don't know who the fuck it is
Add one at the end let these niggas know
UH YEAH
Fuck it let's go
It's RappyMakyManiac the rap be my incentive
Best around the city boy i should run the senate
Got to many jobs i paper chase i try to get it
She bothers me too much im in the rough don wanna let it
The chips are in my hand i got it covered tryna bet it
Wish i was a prison all the bitches in my celly
Dirty big ugly fuck come rub me on my belly
I hit it fast she throw it back its like we playing tennis
Crocker with the booty cake i should call it Betty
Spray around the celebration someone drop the 'fetti
Jim around the office put the staple in the jelly
You gotta talk to Seb it's only private on my telly
I just get it done im drippy sauce that be my metric
Yall just do the same to be the clone to be symmetric
20, went to school wanted to be a paramedic
Now im on the plane i send the link and now they check it
If I do a show they gotta pay me gotta cheque it
Best performer, bet you they know, don't gotta stress it
I just be the fire, do the bomb they gotta check it
Spot and find can suck on cock ain't tryna help it
Bars over bars over bars I gotta set it
If i get to plan this, i gotta get it
Shooting from the pump, i drop the pellet
Bitch nigga central I need repellant
Lying with your girl, that's when you're telling
We done ran a train
And now they building one
Oh fuck. I burped
Im talking too much shit
Im playin'
Niggas gon be mad me for no reason... fuck
I done got too many lime limelights
My shit is fine it shine bright
Boy i shit gold
Made an app
You done told
Got a bitch needed a friend tho
She changed up
Gimme da tempo
I switched up getting evenko
Its big now gettin a lambo
West side king you catch me i hit the reject
You googled me crazy and found my pages on the cnet
What the kinda paper we get?
You caught me on the d-web
Met mes bars en guillemet,pi
Met mes boys aux guichets
You like the bars that we set
We getting paper cause we bet
In the east ends,east end
Eating a whippet
Dont tell your friends how we met
You softer than kleenex
Im Stevie with the phoenix
Im Michael with the beat it
Uh Yeah!
Rami B
Like we aint gon let that shit goin
We gon keep that shit going on these motherfuckas
Uh yeah
Run that shit man
Take your ass to the dancefloor
Yo Mr Sterlin bro c'était mon prof back then
En quatrième année shoutout to that man
Just incase you don't know who the fuck it is
Add one at the end let these niggas know
UH YEAH
Fuck it let's go
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Writer(s): Makendal St Felix, Rami Iheb Brahimi
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